As I woke this morning, when all sweet things are born,
A robin perched on my sill to sing the coming morn.
The bird was fragile, young, and gay;
So sweetly did she sing
That thoughts of joy and happiness
Into my heart did spring.
And as she sweetly, singing sat,
She paused a moment slow--
I gently closed the window--
And crushed her fucking skull!

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     The tune is the folk song ‘4 Mary’s’; This came from 2 sources Aust. Korea war carrier pilot Ian Macdonald, and Vietnam helicopter pilot Jim Hatch. while I had never heard this sung while I was in the Service, it certainly points out the horror and shock of combat: one second the world and surrounding area are beautiful, and at peace, the next second deafening noise, blood, violence, horror and death.